All my words fall short
I got nothing new
How could I express
All my gratitude
I could sing these songs
As I often do
But every song must end
And You never do
So I throw up my hands
And praise You again and again
'Cause all that I have
Is a hallelujah, hallelujah
And I know it's not much
But I've nothing else
Fit for a King
Except for a heart singing
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I've got one response
I've got just one move
With my arm stretched wide
I will worship You
So I throw up my hands
And praise You again and again
'Cause all that I have
Is a hallelujah, hallelujah
And I know it's not much
But I've nothing else
Fit for a King
Except for a heart singing
Hallelujah, hallelujah
So come on my soul, oh
Don't you get shy on me
Lift up your song
'Cause you've got a Lion
Inside of those lungs
Get up and praise the Lord
Oh, come on my soul, oh
Don't you get shy on me
Lift up your song
'Cause you've got a Lion
Inside of those lungs
Get up and praise the Lord
Come on my soul, oh
Don't you get shy on me
Lift up your song
'Cause you've got a Lion
Inside of those lungs
Get up and praise the Lord, hey
Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord
So I throw up my hands
Praise You again and again
'Cause all that I have
Is a hallelujah, hallelujah
And I know it's not much
But I've nothing else
Fit for a King
Except for a heart singing
Hallelujah, hallelujah
